Halloween Hijinks

We had almost no one trick-or-treating at my boyfriend's house, so the kids who did come got lots of candy! I think it's because the nearby shopping center was having a Halloween event where the kids could go get candy and show off their costumes.

My costume was boring, because I didn't want to buy anything.

Tomorrow I'm heading to the polls as a pollwatcher with the ObamaDallas campaign, but if I had known what it entailed beforehand I probably would not have signed up for it. I have a copy of the law, and am supposed to keep an eye on the judge presiding at the precinct to make sure he/she doesn't violate the law (for instance, by requiring people to have a driver's license when a student ID or library card will do). I'm not sure I would feel entirely comfortable calling a judge on something, but we'll see how it goes! I'm sure problems are few and far between, anyway.

I hope everyone had a fun Halloween!

As a bonus, here's my bridesmaid dress! What a vision I am in purple and green. And when my purple shawl comes in, the look will be completed. ;)

Headless

I just wasn't feeling how my head looked today...odd but true.

I'm not sick yet, though still stiff and a little stuffy. Hopefully I'm fighting it off!

And despite everyone's suggestions, I still haven't succeeded in opening my juice. I almost pulled the lawn service guy into my apartment this morning, but thought better of it...my boyfriend will be here this weekend, and he can do it. Or we'll just buy another bottle of juice.

(Hopefully after a few more weeks of exercise class I'll be able to open my own bottles.)

Outfit: Shirt: NY&Co; Jeans: Express; Boots: Gianni Bini

Here's a better picture, stolen from the Web site, of the boots...

Monday Blues

Monday just keeps on coming...I guess that's better than the alternative, but I still can't wait for Thanksgiving break.

I'm currently struggling with one of the pitfalls of living alone--I can't open my V8. Grr. I tried a towel, and a jar opener, and smacking it on the counter. (Although that probably didn't do anything but relieve frustration.)

My boyfriend and the person I sit by in my classes are both sick and getting sicker, so I feel a frantic need for vitamins and hence the V8...I can't imagine missing too much class. I feel behind even though I go every day.

Outfit: Sweater: Moth; Yellow lace tank: ???; Denim pencil skirt: Old Navy; Satin Ballet Flats: Nine West Outlet

Fashion for the Four-Legged Set

Hunk of Burnin' Love

Nutcracker Suite
Hula Pug

Pirate Witch...Arrr

This weekend I went to the Chiesta, a fundraiser held by Chihuahua Rescue and Transport. I've gone for the last four years, and it's always a lot of fun. I also find dogs in costumes hilarious, so that might be part of my enjoyment.

So many people get chihuahuas because they're so small and cute, and they don't realize the work that goes into them. Then the dogs end up abused or abandoned, and that's where CRT comes in. They put the dogs in foster homes and get them the correct medical care, as well as working on socialization and training.

Chihuahuas are very obstinate little dogs, but their quirks are worth it, as they're also very devoted and loving. Nothing makes them happier at the end of the day than curling up in the bend of your knees...and not a lot makes me happier, either.

My family possibly loves Lester, my black and tan chihuahua, more than they love me...my relatives are always trying to get me to "loan" him to them for a while, and my mom sends him presents all the time. (Not me, now. Just him.) And my father claims not to like Lester, but when I'm at home Lester sleeps in his bed at night. Lester is very friendly and laidback, so much so that he'll snuggle up to complete strangers.

Mirabelle, technically my boyfriend's dog, is two pounds of feist and totally the boss...but she's more "typical" chihuahua and not a fan of strangers. She tried to attack the washer delivery man once, and of course he was completely terrified. I'm pretty ashamed of the fact that she also hates babies and went nutzo toward one at the festival. (Disclaimer: my BF would probably want you to know that he wanted a schnauzer, not a chihuahua, but, as general wrangler, those are really too big for me to handle comfortably.)

Best friends and occasional enemies...

Finally Fall

I went to my exercise class again tonight, and it was just as intense...I had to stop and rest this time in the middle, though, because my quads were still sore from last week! But I also feel happy that I'm finally taking charge and trying to be healthy. I threw out most of my junk food and filled the fridge with chicken and veggies and soy milk, etc., in hopes that I'll have more energy for school and, more importantly, look smokin' amazing in Greece next summer.

Also, I've tagged for the Honest Weblog award by the lovely Penny-Pinching Princess. So there are the rules, and then 10 honest things about me.

Rules:When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back.Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or more) that you find brilliant in their content or design.Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with ‘Honest Weblog’. Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).List [if you can and/or dare] at least ten honest things about yourself. And then, pass it on.

I decided to go to law school because I didn’t know what else to do.

Every time I see a version of Wuthering Heights that I don’t have, I want to buy it—whether it’s an edition of the book or one of the movie adaptations. I even have two musical versions.

I love that my boyfriend’s Jewish and we don’t have to fight over who spends what holiday where for how long.

Sometimes, I have the strongest urge to start buying little dresses and outfits for my future (far future, maybe non-existent!) baby.

I haven’t had a haircut since April…and it’s not looking like it’s not going to happen anytime soon.

I have one Dr Pepper a day, and it’s my favorite thing. Sometimes I wake up thinking about it. Sad…but true.

I usually have all my Christmas shopping done by October.

I bleach my tub several times a week. It needs to be CLEAN for my daily bubble bath.

I like to say I'm bad at math, but I'm actually not. I just hate it, and claiming incompetence has so far proved an excellent avoidance technique.

I’m an only child, and I’ve never wanted to be anything else. Once you get a little spoiled it’s hard to go back!

Lots of people I love have already been tagged...so if you haven't done this and want to, consider yourself tagged by me. :)

This is yesterday's outfit...it was warm when I left my apartment, but by the time I left school it was brrr cold!

(P.S.--pile of Dr Peppers in the corner=how I get through any given day without drowsing. My health kick doesn't involve giving up my favorite drink!)

Outfit: Skirt: Ann Taylor Factory; Shirt: H&M; Shoes: Dolce Vita via Piperlime.com; Necklace: Forever 21. I'm trying out purple nail polish...I think I just bought it because I liked the name: "Louvre Me or Leave Me." OPI is so clever.

Paper-ed Out

Oh my, but I am tired of law school. For my writing class, we have an assignment due every period—but none of them are for grades. The final paper is the only thing that counts. So, I spend an inordinate amount of time on busywork. Almost as much time as I spend on perezhilton.com, reading about how Angelina Jolie got so skinny just by breastfeeding and chasing her kids. (Ha! Hahahaha.)

In addition, my professor gives us little feedback sheets on which she checks “Yes” or “No” to questions like “Has the student understood the issue?” On my last feedback sheet, she circled both “Yes” and “No” on a few questions and neither on another one. So that was pretty helpful, and I appreciated her diligent devotion to my learning.

Outfit: Dress: a store in Spain; Suede Heels: AT Loft; Shirt: AT Loft; Earrings: NY&Co.

And the Kettleball Killed Me

My "Butt and Gut" class definitely almost killed me...I pictured some crunches and lunges, but instead I spent an intense half an hour swinging around a 15-pound yellow ball with a handle, lurching left and right and up and down. So much harder than I thought, and by the time I was done I was shaking. But I'll keep going, because something that painful must be working, right?

Now that it's finally getting cooler I'm scrambling to wear my summery clothes as much as possible and make them work for as long as I can...I love fall and winter outfits most of all, but since the season here is relatively short my summer wardrobe is much larger than my winter one, and I always get bored with my sweaters before it warms up again.

However, I never get bored with Halloween. It's my favorite. I've been buying up candy and favors to drop in kids' buckets, and I also picked up this zombie baby at the Halloween store down the road. Because I read too much Stephen King, I usually have to cover it before I go to bed at night.

His name is Eustace...but I'm the only one who seems to think he's great.

Outfit: Skirt: Urban Outfitters; Button-Down: Anthropologie; Cardigan: NY & Company; Shoes: Liz Claiborne via Outlet. I need to wear some different shoes!